Sep 24, 1938 - Aug 27, 2018 Your voice had a braw (beautiful) lilt which often went unheard. Yet, when I stood beside you I heard every word. It was like a musical melody, when you sang a wee (little) song to me. When I first heard you sing, it made me love you more. Above the talents that you had, singing threw them out the door. The kids still joke about your shouting, "Irene, pit (put) the thu (the) kettle awn (on)." There's a cup waiting for you on the table, even though you've gone. You always were my lifetime man, when we were dating we made that plan. Your wife always, Irene and family.